Belv. To morrow, damn it. The spiteful Light will lead me to no happiness. To morrow is _Antonio’s_, and perhaps Guides him to my undoing;—oh that I could meet This Rival, this powerful Fortunate. Will. What then? Belv. Let thy own Reason, or my Rage instruct thee. Will. I shall be finely inform’d then, no doubt; hear me, Colonel—hear me—shew me the Man and I’ll do his Business. Belv. I know him no more than thou, or if I did, I should not need thy aid. Will. This you say is _Angelica’s_ House, I promis’d the kind Baggage to lie with her to Night. [Offers to go in. Enter _Antonio_ and his Page. _Ant._ knocks on the Hilt of his Sword. Ant. You paid the thousand Crowns I directed? Page. To the Lady’s old Woman, Sir, I did. Will. Who the Devil have we here? Belv. I’ll now plant my self under _Florinda’s_ Window, and if I find no comfort there, I’ll die. [Ex. _Belv._ and _Fred._ 61 Enter _Moretta_. Moret. Page! Page. Here’s my Lord. Will. How is this, a Piccaroon going to board my Frigate! here’s one Chase-Gun for you. [Drawing his Sword, justles _Ant._ who turns and draws. They fight, _Ant._ falls. Moret. Oh, bless us, we are all undone! [Runs in, and shuts the Door. Page. Help, Murder! [_Belvile_ returns at the noise of fighting. Belv. Ha, the mad Rogue’s engag’d in some unlucky Adventure again. Enter two or three Masqueraders. Masq. Ha, a Man kill’d! Will. How! a Man kill’d! then I’ll go home to sleep. [Puts up, and reels out. _Ex._ Masquers another way. Belv. Who shou’d it be! pray Heaven the Rogue is safe, for all my Quarrel to him. [As _Belvile_ is groping about, enter an Officer and six Soldiers. Sold. Who’s there? Offic. So, here’s one dispatcht—secure the Murderer. Belv. Do not mistake my Charity for Murder: I came to his Assistance. [Soldiers seize on _Belvile_. Offic. That shall be tried, Sir.—St. _Jago_, Swords drawn in the Carnival time! [Goes to _Antonio_. Ant. Thy Hand prithee. Offic. Ha, Don _Antonio!_ look well to the Villain there.—How is’t, Sir? Ant. I’m hurt. Belv. Has my Humanity made me a Criminal? Offic. Away with him. Belv. What a curst Chance is this! [Ex. Soldiers with _Belv._ Ant. This is the Man that has set upon me twice— 62 carry him to my Apartment till you have further Orders from me. [To the Officer. Ex. _Ant._ led. ACT IV. Scene I. A fine Room. Discovers _Belvile_, as by Dark alone. Belv. When shall I be weary of railing on Fortune, who is resolv’d never to turn with Smiles upon me?—Two such Defeats in one Night—none but the Devil and that mad Rogue could have contriv’d to have plagued me with—I am here a Prisoner—but where?—Heaven knows—and if there be Murder done, I can soon decide the Fate of a Stranger in a Nation without Mercy—Yet this is nothing to the Torture my Soul bows with, when I think of losing my fair, my dear _Florinda_.—Hark—my Door opens—a Light—a Man—and seems of Quality—arm’d too.—Now shall I die like a Dog without defence.